Kory M. Shrum

, he would black out

punched-out sockets.

toes of his leather boots scraped along the stone floor,

The sound of a hungry beast in pursuit,

Waiting for orders. Waiting to die

was now. He’d made it through the bowels of the church up to the nave. There was only the center aisle and then the door that would let him out of this place.
Only a few feet more…
Yet the world was shaking. No, he was shaking. From blood loss and coursing pain. His body would go into complete shock at any moment.
“No?” Nico teased again. His voice hissed directly into Konstantine’s ear now. “Surely you knew this was how you would die. Surely you knew I would be the one.”
Konstantine supposed he did know he would die like this. On his back, his guts pumped f